The sound of waves gently brushed the sand, carrying the soft salty scent of the sea. The morning breeze blew through Crowne's hair, making him feel a bit relaxed after the chaos of last night. Slowly, his body began to recover, especially after he drank a potion.
He looked at the half-eaten grilled fish in his hand, then glanced toward Sylvara, who sat not far away, throwing stones into the sea again and again.
"The fish tastes good," praised Crowne.
Sylvara smiled faintly. "Thank you, Master. It's all because of you."
Crowne took another bite of the grilled fish, then gazed at the horizon. "I'm glad we're still alive. I really thought I was going to die when that last attack failed."
